Knots Poem by Arno Le Roux

Knots...


Who's mandated really, and really then by who,
Planning our direction, all follow two by two,

Filling up those marked seats, ready for the rain,
Up and up it floats, the vessel creaks and strain,

Our versions are so real, of what we see outside,
Minds all disconnected, each a window wide,

To point it out in company, while we're all afloat,
Benefit 'one' course, see we share 'one' boat!

From tattered faded pages, of an ancient map,
Compassing The Master, wearing seaman's cap,

Of all the knots so ancient, squarer keep those sails,
Humanity still stubborn, as the tempest whails,

Into icy waters, and wind and foam and salt,
These passengers will loosen, the knots that life will halt,

Tied up by Old One, the skipper who know storms,
Camps of modern hands, loosen, drown in swarms...


Arno Le a Roux 2015